My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

mid-thigh. I also throw on the pair of crotchless panties that Jace got me for Christmas. I will have to remember to take these with me when I go back home. I hear the doorbell ring, and quickly head downstairs, feeling all giddy knowing that I’ll be seeing Jace again so soon.

As always, the food is good, and the company is even better. There is a lot of laughter going around the table as we talk about old times, mainly about things that Jace and I would get up to when we were younger. The only thing to damper the mood is Elise not being at the table with us. I was really hoping that she would be here, since this will be our last dinner together for a while, but I guess she really doesn’t care.

Jace must sense my mood, because he places his hand on my thigh under the table and squeezes it lightly. When they first arrived and he saw me in the skirt, his eyes turned a deeper green with lust, which in turn made me throb deep inside. Sitting so close to him has been keeping me on edge throughout dinner. All I want to do is have him hold me down and take me, maybe somewhere in the house where there is a chance of being caught, like the bathroom or something. I’m not sure what’s gotten into me, but l’ m turning into a real nympho for the man beside me.

“So, Ella,” Mrs. Palmer grabs my attention, “Has Jace told you what we are getting him for his birthday?”

“Mom, I haven’t had the chance to tell her since you just told me before coming over here.” He chuckles.

Thad forgotten that his nineteenth birthday is in three weeks, and I won’t be here, but I try not to dwell on that just now. I glance between mother and son, waiting for one of them to go on, when

Jace turns to me grinning, “They are buying me a plane ticket so! can spend my birthday with you. That is, if it’s okay with you.”

I can feel my face light up at this news and I throw my arms around him, “YES! That is the best news ever!” I laugh happily.

“Well, I guess that means it’s okay with Ella.” Mr. Palmer snickers and I hear my dad groan.

“Oh stop, Ethan! Ella is an adult now, and it’s time that you accept that.” My mom slaps him playfully.

“I know, I know, but it still doesn’t make it any easier.” He sighs.

“Are you going to be my brother-in-law soon?” My brother, Eli, asks Jace.

“NO!” My father says quicker than a streak of lightning.

| chuckle, “No, we are not getting married so soon, Eli. We just started dating and we both need to finish school.”

“That is music to my ears!” My father cheers.

“Oh,” Eli makes a sad face, “I was finally hoping to have a brother to do things with.”

“Hey buddy,” Jace speaks up, “Anytime you want to do something, all you have to do is call me and we will do it. I am right next door, at least for a few more weeks, anyway.” 

I look at him, “Why only a few more weeks?”

go to the State University, right there in New Haven and will be heading

and I because we are too busy staring at one another, “You’re seriously moving to Connecticut? You’ve

you for four years, but I

you.”

you there with me, Sir.” / feel his arms tighten just a bit more, letting me know that my response has affected

back, “You have no idea what I have in mind for

I trust you, and know that you will only do

“You are learning, Precious.”

attention, “We have been looking at rentals versus

always talk to the manager and see about switching apartments; that way we

is on me, “You want

is beside me, but I do scoff, “I said roommates, meaning

you will end up sleeping in the same

him, glancing at Eli when my father looks over at her. My dad blushes as soon as

attention. I slap my hand over my face and count to ten, before

as long as Ella and Jace are fine with it.” My mother speaks up as she starts grabbing plates to clear the table

will save money all around. It’s not like we

should probably go have a father/daughter talk with him. I understand how hard all of this is on him, and we just keep throwing more things at him, but he needs to understand that I’m not a little girl

ask Jace and he nods, knowing what

and kisses my forehead, “Good luck,

on my father’s closed office door and wait for him to call out. When he does, 1 peek my head in, “Can I

his hands clasped together under his chin, holding his head up. His mouth tightens into a straight line, but he nods and sits back into his chair. Closing the door behind me, I don’t go straight to the chair in front of his desk; I go straight to him, and crawl into his lap. He can’t help but chuckle as

can barely curl up in my lap anymore.” He kisses the

curl up on my

I know you

so upset

the kid, but after seeing that video, seeing what he does and says to you; that doesn’t sit well with me. Then to find out that he

but I need you to try

studies me for a moment before nodding, “I will try, but I’m not promising

stop him by continuing, “He takes care of me, Dad. There are times when I want more than what I should have, and he knows it, and stops. It’s like he knows me better than I know myself, and he definitely knows more about the things I’m feeling.

but that doesn’t make it easier for me to accept that it’s my